of green grass

running forever

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thankfully

there’s no need

to race the sky

just let it ring

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the second one:

i love a boy named

together

but does he love me back?

listening now…

the english discipline

baroque violin

he says he doesn’t know

-

listening now

just let it ring

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no bad songs

but sad

painful

deadly

i’d sing along with you

but what language IS that?

-

oh that

imagination

just let it ring

like a bell

-

a broken-iron instrument and dust

in the mechanism.

the wind of change in this case heralds

a decline

-

hands signal

an intimacy of breath;

to be animate

to run, leap, play

kill

-

this treeless valley

the water so long gone

both above

and under

bone-dry earth

stones,

a dusty embrace

-

death’s hand lies on this this lake

there is an island

which conceals a welcoming friend

the sword passes over

-

clay fragments

dead hands, a thumb print

salt and water produces something other

an artifice

the craft of magic

-

skeleton

lain loose upon the ground

love leaves well alone

in peace

-

-

flickering neurons

tungsten-warm light

a guttering candle

burning out

-

signifies

perhaps a diacritical mark

marker     place-holder

pointer     sign-post     or

aide-memoire?

-

teaching a boundary

a net, and how to cast it

or be caught in it

a frame     or

the way out?

-

night rises over the ridge

here, the curlew cries only

in the morning

-

… a long way down

-

i blame their aspirations

for betrayal of

inspiration

-

grass-green concrete

forest-grey

chemical thoughts

-

sounds:

of boiling water

a storm-bird

-

translations:

a parrot on the piano

nature tamed

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or beautifully dead

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